Alphys' Modern Life: Camera Shy (Part 3)
"my goodness, it's every bit as sweet and delicious as my signature butterscotch-cinnamon cream pie..."
New Life - Chapter 1 (Part 2)
He walked in front of his tall mirror and admired his tone butterscotch body for awhile before kneeling in front of his dresser and pulling out another pawper for the night; he was grinning now.
The Squirrel Next Door
butterscotch and cream. emerson grabbed another bale, flexing and tossing it over his head to the fourth row up, jumping up to punch it into the right slot. when the mouse turned to go back to the baler, he noticed it wasn't churning anything out.
A Slice to Savor
Its flavor, he ascertained from a cursory sniff, was butterscotch with a hint of cinnamon. his stomach rumbled and he rubbed it, asking quietly, "hello? is anybody home? i mean no harm if i'm unwelcome." a door creaked from the side.
An experiment gone wrong? Part 2
As for what kind of pie i made it is a butterscotch and cinnamon pie." your month was watering at the sound of that.
Wishful Thinking, Chapter 8.
The brown was a light color, much like a butterscotch pudding. fibers were visible... no, wait, not fibers! fur! some human this was turning out to be... he could see darker fur visible on the clearing arms and legs, and the lined belly as well.
Contraindications Part 3
Maybe he shouldn't wait until he got home for the nasty butterscotch-flavored thing, just stop and grab some lunch on the way back. his stomach growled again, and he burped.
Whisperes in the Dark Chapter One: On The Edge
He picked up his things; a old whip, a hand full of butterscotch candy, and his wallet. he slowly stepped inside the building as his father left, leaving him in the midst of all the early morning worker gossip he had grown accustom to.
Iron Dragon Chapters 82-83
Stacy was stunned silent as the butterscotch pony anthro turned around when alice yelled at him. "well long time no see speedy." the pony replied with a cowboy drawl. alice and him exchanged a hug.
The Boy with the Wolf Eyes 13
I rolled my eyes and dropped a piece of butterscotch into her palm. she screamed with joy and ran back in the direction she came from. "she's a little odd," i muttered, despite myself.
2.3 - Real Time
Stroking his butterscotch pelt. she shifted to her knees, now, to get more comfortable. "mm-hmm ... " he swallowed. it was hard not to get aroused. she was exactly like adelaide. except for the eyes. and this felt good ...
Prince Dreemurr's Plaything
A woman from my past once resided there, but now it holds only echoes of sentiment and the lingering odor of butterscotch." he tugged down oliver's foreskin and shocked him with a teasing lick across the glans. "i took him there.